Looking at the excited He, Bai Zhenzhu felt a bitterness in her heart.
If it were possible, she would wish that Wen Ran and Hongguo were her granddaughters.
Outside, the bustling family would be her relatives.
It's a pity that everything is fake.
Just like an illusion, it looks incredibly romantic, but when touched, within reach, it isn't the gentle moonlight.
Instead, it's cold water, and the ripples it causes.
Fake things are ultimately fake, they can never become real.
Countless dejections filled her heart, but she didn't show any of it on her face, only kept a placid smile.
"Oh, you old thing, you make it sound as if I'm someone who schemes all the time, I'm genuinely good to my grandchildren! It's of my own accord.
Besides, this child came over for university with her family, if I, as a grandaunt, didn't help them out, what kind of person would I be?"
He looked at Bai Zhenzhu, sighing, "Sometimes I think if only you schemed a little against others.
